The much needed rain to calm my personas and me The balcony as a sanctuary to hang out to with me The cold coffee is on the table but its fine with me The chair I’m sitting on whispers I’m heavy to me The cigarette fiery hot to the butt until it kills me The music is playing and each note is taunting me The past without a warning weighs down on me The thought of you that never fails to torment me The shadows on the wall is playing a trick on me The sad girl in the mirror constantly reminding me … that … The life I live seem to have nothing to do with me

A Painting in Banwa Pension House in Puerto Princessa, Palawan, Philippines

a love that began in melody…
for it will not be silenced…
a love that is so pure…
for it will not be tainted…
a love that holds no boundaries…
for it will not be contained…
a love that answers to no one…
for it will not be tamed…
a love that transcends life…
for it will not be mourned…
a love that is forbidden…
for it will not be given…
but always it will be…
in my heart it will be…
forever you will be…